Hood Dreaming - A Hip Hop Story

Hood Dreaming is a hip hop story with a twist. Set in downtown New York young rapper Beth makes her way through the by doing the one thing she knows best - rapping. As she raps more, she encounters many problems that try and hold her back from achieving her dream of becoming a rapper. Will she be able to tell her friends she only likes girls? Will she ever make it out the hood? Find Out in Hood Dreaming - A Hip Hop Story with a twist!
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The agressive beat and 50 Cent lyrics hung loud in the air over
the busy downtown noise of new york. Subway trains noisily made
their way above the solid black top. A pimped out 'Chevy made
it's way through the street, blaring the typical gangster hip
hop. The constant hum of people below stayed strong. Every now
and again there would be some dispute between two dealers or the
hot dog guy getting yet another order wrong, again. The same old
same. Just another day in the hood.

Beth stood at her apartment window with the stereo blasting. It
was the only way she could think. She looked out over the hood.
The same old same. Nothing really changed. Occasionally she
joined in with the lyrics;

'I want the finer things in my life, so I hustle,

Nigga you get in my way while I'm tryna' get mine, and I'll buck
you...'

She continued listening and let 50 Cent's voice (and song;
Hustler's Ambition) take her away into a daydream. The flashing
lights, the cars, the jewelery, the money, the music. The music.
She thought to herself, it's about the music. It may have seemed
typical of someone from the hood, but Beth wanted to be a
rapper... with a difference. Eventhough she loved hip hop, she
wanted change. To give a different view. To tell the truth, not
just rap about somebody getting shot up on the block. She wanted
it real bad. More than anything else in her whole life. It was in
her blood. The need to make it made her body ache constantly. She
couldn't live the way she was living anymore. She had to do
something about it. She had to stop hustling. It wasn't working
anymore.

As Beth's thoughts took complete control of her mind, she didn't
hear the door to her apartment open. "Hey, yo". Beth jumped when
she heard the voice. She turned around to see her friend Dwight
standing by her front door. "You alright?" he said, knowing he
surprised Beth when he came in. "Yeah. What are you doing here?"
Beth said, finally relaxing after her 'shock'.

"A job never feels right! Man, come with me, let's go chill. You
look like you need some food. Damn dog, you can't be a skinny
nigga here in New York!" he said laughing. Beth joined in. She
made her way over to the couch and sat down. She then reached for
her white and red Jordan's that were on the floor. She laced them
up and stood up. "Let's go" She said as she grabbed her apartment
keys. "Don't even think about reaching for those car keys aswell,
you need to walk and get some air." Dwight said as they walked
out of Beth's apartment. "Dwight!" Beth said laughing. "What?!
You my homie! That's what I do!" he said also laughing.